Sign of Middle Age

It is a sign of what my life is like right now: drinking wine with Bosses late after work; drinking coffee with boss early before work; having lunch with Bosses between work.

Quite unexpectedly, Big Boss (henceforth BB) walked out of his office, asked how many people were still around, said he had a bottle of wine; he wanted to get glasses. (When he's gone for a while, i whispered to colleague next to me, 'i don't want wine, i want to go home!') As things turned out, BB is a man who knows his stuff. He drinks well ('I drink my hard liquor neat'), eats the finest food, knows a goddamn awful lot about wine and food. Wouldn't be far off the mark if i say he's quite the connoisseur. I don't know a great deal about wine (though at the way my learned friend is lifting me from existence to living, maybe soon enough i will know a lot more), but I can say the wine that BB shared was good stuff. I enjoyed it as much as the stories volunteered by him, K and JW.

BB not only eats and drinks well, he is also ahead in the race when it comes to running. Way, way ahead, in utmost certain fact. Hearing him speak and knowing his timing, it is as if you so much as run a 4hr 01min timing for the full marathon, you belong to the category called 'Slow'. And because i belong to this category (i.e. anything more than 4 hours), as do most other ordinary folks, i believe, I was happy to be silent on the topic. Well, i did comment that there was a drastic, disappointing drop in the number of runspirators for the marathon this year. Almost no groups along ECP actually. (Where are the drummers, percussion groups and youthful cheer teams of yesteryears?!)

So the question was posed to BB: what makes him run the marathon these years? (He had remarked that our body is not designed to run marathon distance, or something close to that.) Sporting a wry smile - which is usually prelude to some sardonic or acute humour - he professed that when you hit middle age, you run a marathon. Actually, you either run a marathon, or you go skirt chasing, or you drive a sports car.

Which makes me wonder, maybe i'm hitting middle age a bit too early? ;))